Multiverse Simulator

"Little broomstick! Stop there!"

As soon as Frenky opened his eyes, he felt a strong hand grabbing his shoulder tightly, like a metal handle.

"What is happening here? Where am I?" Frenky thought inwardly while trying to remove the hand from his shoulder.

"Stop, who the hell are you, you son of a- ARGH!" When Frenky tried to respond violently to the person who was holding him tightly, he felt a severe pain in his head to the point that he screamed and fell to the ground.

"ARGH!" Frenky screamed unconsciously. The pain in his head was so severe that it felt as if something was digging deep into his brain.

He felt as if something was trying to repel and expel him from his body, so he also wanted to resist this instinctively. He felt that if he lost this battle of wills, he would inevitably die. This pain resulted from this resistance.

"What the hell is happening with this damn guy? Is he just pretending?" The muscular boy who was holding Frenky by the shoulder felt suspicious when he saw the boy from the side branch writhing on the ground and screaming.

"Zhao Kun! Did you hit his head by accident?" one of the muscular boy's companions asked.

"Huh? I didn't hit him. I just grabbed him by the shoulder," Zhao Kun, the muscular boy, replied in confusion.

"Forget it. It's obvious he's just having a seizure, or maybe he's pretending. Either way, let's move away from this trash. His screaming is already causing a disturbance, and everyone here is looking at us," another disciple from Zhao Kun's group spoke.

"You seem lucky today, but you won't be lucky all the time, humph!" Zhao Kun said provocatively before spitting on Frenky's body lying on the ground and leaving with the rest of the students.

After Zhao Kun and his group left, Frenky stopped screaming after a few minutes and finally woke up.

He quickly stood up and dusted off his clothes. This time his eyes contained a different sparkle, and there was no sign of the confusion he felt earlier.

"Unbelievable, I really transmigrated...the name of the child I transmigrated to is Zhao Feng...? From the name alone, he seems like a character of a typical cultivation novel, but what novel could it be?" Frenky, or Zhao Feng as he was now, thought to himself.

Just a moment ago, a struggle for dominance had begun with the original soul of Zhao Feng, leading to his body collapsing on the ground and feeling a piercing pain in his soul. However, the battle ended with Frenky's victory and his complete absorption of Zhao Feng's soul. Of course, this was expected since he had transmigrated into the body of a living person. Clearly, the god responsible for his transmigration wanted to see him suffer more.

Now, the original Zhao Feng has disappeared, and Frenky has taken his place, inheriting all of his memories in the process.

"How did I... why don't I remember anything?" Frenky thought to himself. "I know I was just an ordinary student in the university on Earth, but I don't remember anything about my family and friends. I only have fragmented memories of my previous world." Frenky continued to contemplate his current situation, even though he had obtained all of Zhao Feng's memories, he still did not fully accept his current situation.

This was because Zhao Feng's memories contained only one thing in common... training, cultivation, and a burning desire to break through the 2nd rank of the martial pathway!

"This place is the main Zhao sect's martial arts field..." Zhao Feng looked at his hands and found them covered in scars. They didn't look like the hands of a 14-year-old kid in any way.

"Sigh~ What did I do in my previous life to end up with a fate like this? It wasn't my wish to be transported to a cultivation world! Damn it!" Frenky yelled in frustration.

"Is he crazy?"

"It seems that the kid from the side branch was hit hard in the head by the older brother, Zhao Kun, and turned into a vegetable."

"Tsk! Unlucky. Unlucky."

Frenky's loud voice drew the attention of the students who were training in the martial arts field, and they thought he was insane since just a moment ago, he was writhing on the ground in pain.

"Hmm?" Frenky looked behind him to see a group of children pointing at him with disdain.

"For heaven's sake!" Black lines appeared on his forehead. Why did he hate cultivation worlds? For this reason.

Suddenly, he felt a slimy liquid smoothly dripping down his neck. "This feeling?"

It was the mucus and saliva that Zhao Kun had spat on him a few moments ago when he was in a pitiful state.

...

"I am back."

After following the road leading to the house in his memory, Frenky arrived at a small wooden house located on the outer edge of the community.

All the way here, he had been pondering his current situation, which didn't bode well for him. His current body was that of a kid prodigy in martial arts, having broken through to the top rank in martial arts at the age of 12, but that was in his small village of Green Leaf where he used to live in the past.

Anyway, his real problems began when he arrived at Sun Feather City, where he discovered that he was just a frog at the bottom of a well. He wasn't a prodigy at all...

"Feng'er." A deep voice of a man resounded.

In front of Frenky appeared a calm man with narrow eyes and relatively yellow skin, who seemed to be in his forties but was actually only in his thirties.

"Feng'er, come quickly, lunch is ready!"

A woman carrying a sunny expression, with a warm look on her face, still held a ladle in her hand to prepare the soup.

This couple were his parents in this life, the father was named Zhao Tianyang, and the mother was named Zhao Shi.

Even if he wasn't the real Zhao Feng, he could feel the warmth and love emanating from these gentle parents.

(Thinking that I will get new parents as soon as I transmigrated to another world, this really...sigh~ I wonder if I had parents in my previous world...) Frenky couldn't help but sigh.

He put on a fake smile on his face as much as possible and imitated the original Zhao Feng's habits at home.

...

"Thank you, Mom. It's very delicious," Frenky mumbled under his breath while he still stuffed the food in his mouth.

Despite the simplicity of the food, consisting of cornbread, a little bit of grilled pork, and beef bone soup, Frenky felt like he was eating a delicious meal from a fancy restaurant.

His parents seemed unusually quiet.

"What's the matter?" Frenky couldn't help but ask.

"Let me say it. Just not long ago, the sect's higher level sent some people over with a letter," Zhao Tianyang paused for a moment.

When he saw that his son's demeanor hadn't changed, he felt a bit strange before continuing in a solemn tone: "The sect has now made some new rules. If the side branch's youths cannot break through to the 2nd rank, they will have no right to participate in the 'family sparring contest'. If... before the age of fifteen, they cannot reach the 3rd rank, they will be sent back to their branches."

...

Outside the house, Frenky noticed that the sky had suddenly become densely cloudy as if preparing to receive a frightening storm.

"What is this world? If it's a Chinese novel world, then why am I not familiar with it? Or could it be a novel world I haven't read...? Most likely." If he had a cigarette right now, he would light it, after all, he was a heavy smoker in his previous life, and he never forgot that.

Just a moment ago, he had done everything he could to maintain a calm and encouraging demeanor in front of his parents, who had told him shocking news, although this was not supposed to happen.

Why this? Because he did not want things to get worse... returning to Green Leaf Village for a normal life was also not a bad idea.

After all, it was practically impossible to reach the 2nd rank of the martial pathway within a month, something he couldn't afford. Not because he didn't want to, but based on the memories of the original Zhao Feng, there were no signs of progress or anything that could help him advance in cultivation within a month. His talent was limited, and he had no resources to help him whatsoever. He was a cursed poor man.

"Sigh... Am I not a transmigrator? Where did my cheat-"

BOOM!

Before Frenky could even curse, lightning struck him, making his vision become hazy.